All it took was a touch. – Elias
Elias
The water was hot.
It hit the back of my neck in steady pulses, washing off the dust of too many nights away. I braced one hand against the tile, eyes closed, breath evening out.
For the first time in weeks, I felt clean. Almost human again.
And then I heard it. A soft knock.
The bathroom door creaked open.
I turned my head, steam curling around me. “Liana?”
She stood there barefoot in a flowy, floor-length white sundress that drapes effortlessly over her body, hugging one arm across her chest.
My brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
She looked like she might change her mind, then squared her shoulders. “I just… wanted to check if you got hurt this time.”
I blinked.
Then smiled. A slow, dangerous smile.
“Then come check,” I said, voice low. “Thoroughly.”
Her eyes flicked away, then back. “I mean—just in case—your back or… something.”
I stepped out from under the stream, water sliding down my chest.
“Anywhere you want, princess. I’m all yours.”
She took a breath and walked toward me. Her cheeks were red, definitely looked like she was trying not to run away.
I turned so she could check my back.
Her fingers brushing over my shoulder. Down my spine. Across the muscles of my back. Tracing the healed scrapes along my side.
Then lower.
I turned back and watched her face. Wide eyes. Pink cheeks. Mouth slightly parted.
My control snapped.
I caught her wrist and pulled her flush against me.
She gasped, body already slick from the steam, hands catching my chest.
“Too long,” I growled, then crushed my mouth to hers.
Liana
I didn’t stand a chance.
His mouth was everywhere, hot and wet and hungry. His hands held me like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or devour.
The wall was cold against my back. The rest of me was burning.
Water rushed over us. My fingers tangled in his wet hair as his hips pressed against mine.
He tried to slid his hands under the hem of my dress, but the dress was too long.
“You’re still wearing too much,” he growled, and with one sharp pull, the delicate straps snapped. The dress fell to the floor without a sound.
He lifted my leg, hooked it over his waist.
And then pushed my underwear aside.
Before I could react, he was inside me.
I broke.
A sound left me I didn’t recognize. Somewhere between a cry and a moan. My head hit the wall, his hands bracing me tight.
He moved.
Slow. Deep. Possessive.
The water made everything slippery, impossible. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulder, legs trembling.
He kissed my jaw. My neck. My collarbone.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Let go.”
And I did.
My body arched. Legs shaking. Back bowed.
I cried out—high and raw—like something cracked open inside me.
He didn’t stop.
Kept moving. Kept claiming.
Until he groaned against my skin, hips jerking, mouth catching my gasp.
Elias
She was still trembling when I pressed my forehead to hers.
Her body slack in my arms, breath hot against my neck.
“That was…” she whispered.
“Just the beginning,” I said hoarsely.
Then lifted her.
She made a sound of protest that turned into a whimper as I carried her, dripping wet, into the bedroom.
“We’re not done,” I promised, laying her down like something sacred. “Not even close.”
